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Dark and yet darker my day’s clouded o’er;

Are its bright joys all fled, and its sunshine no more?

I look to the skies for the bright bow in vain,

For constantly “clouds return after the rain.”

Must it always be thus, peace banished forever,

And joy to this sad heart returned again never?

I long for the rest that I cannot obtain,

For the clouds, so much dreaded, return after rain.

Is there not in this wide world one spot that is blessed